SEPIA TIMES

I once belonged to a virgin forest
and the green snakes of infancy
They were hiding in a heart of a cheetah
that would rather die than kill to live

Foolish days, all painted in a haze
of love that was fleeting
I danced in a fire
and cried instead of escaping 

I saw the universal rainbow,
but lost the keys of the timeless Wilderness 
Since then my soul is made of sand,
carried by the warm ancient winds

In act. 

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Superb imagery painted here, Ella...I'm really floored by your poems...I had to recite this one out, and it Felt Good. :)

Really good stuff.

[WarriorElectric]

Thank you very much :)

[Everett DeValle]

You are welcome very much. :)

[rnuff]

wow, deep write, nicely written

[WarriorElectric]

Thank you!

[Emberlorna]

Wow so many images flashed through my mind when I read this. I literally felt entranced. Very impressive. Loved it :}

[WarriorElectric]

Glad you liked it, love!

[M Breen]

The opening verse and the line "sand/ carried by the warm ancient winds." are rich and evocative of something primordial yet intelligent. Very good.

[WarriorElectric]

:) Thank you

[Rob Santana]

Solid creative write. Good job.

[WarriorElectric]

Thanks!